In the fantasy episode of Check, Please! that exists only in my dreams, I get to explain how I feel my pick has a certain gravitas, coming from the manager of one of the city’s best sandwich spots (I am the manager of Xoco.)
My favorite sandwich in Chicago is found here at Sidedoor: the prime rib sandwich. There’s nothing quite like the combo of prime rib, horseradish, softly-toasted bread and jus! Today was one of my first outings since last fall, a picture perfect spring day in the sixties, blue skies, birds chirping.
Here it’s my day off, it’s early afternoon and I am already back home from an amazing lunch (prime rib sandwich, handmade Idaho potato chips, lemonade because I don’t drink although they have a fantastic craft beer and cocktail list, excellent service from Scott who talked about Game of Thrones, creme brûlée) with an extra prime rib sandwich to-go in the fridge, kicked back in my chair by the breezy window, digesting delicious Lawry’s prime rib, my brow slightly moist from the meat sweats.